The great thing about working weekends is I can blast gas with impunity in the Kotaku Tower elevator, and then on Monday when the car smells like Donkey Kong's taint, Fahey gets blamed for it once Crecente comes in.

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Here's a delightful little flash game that trivializes a serious problem faced by millions of Americans - the need to fart on a long elevator ride. You're accompanied by the most clueless olfactory-impaired elevator attendant ever, as every one I've ever ridden with could detect the presence of fart in concentrations as small as one poot particle per billion.

I get to about seven floors and 21,000 points before I either rip enough ass that the bellman notices or I crap my pants (that is the implied ending, I believe.) Anyone have any protips? Besides, you know, taking the stairs?

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Oh, and let me tell you what else is hilarious - crop dusting Plunkett. That guy always pins it on McWhertor.